Lucy Larcom Poems

'T IS Easter eve; the day is fading;
O Thou, with whom there is no death,
While twilight every path is shading,
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A PRAYER is in my thoughts to-night
I hardly dare to say:
'Lord, put my wishes all to flight,
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I do not own an inch of land,
But all I see is mine,—
The orchard and the mowing-fields,
The lawns and gardens fine.
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WHEN for me the silent oar
Parts the Silent River,
And I stand upon the shore
Of the strange Forever,
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STILL must I climb, if I would rest:
The bird soars upward to his nest;
The young leaf on the treetop high
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THE scent of a blossom from Eden!
The flower was not given to me,
But it freshened my spirit forever,
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RING, happy bells of Easter time!
The world is glad to hear your chime;
Across wide fields of melting snow
The winds of summer softly blow,
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GIRD me with the strength of Thy steadfast hills,
The speed of Thy streams give me!
In the spirit that calms, with the life that thrills,
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O LIFE, that breathest in all sweet things
That bud and bloom upon the earth,
That fillest the sky with songs and wings,
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HAND in hand with angels,
Through the world we go;
Brighter eyes are on us
Than we blind ones know;
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